“How thehelldid you even manage to do that? And what iswrongwith you?”
“I used a chainsaw.” He tilts his head, lips pressed together like he’s trying not to smile. “And there’s a lot wrong with me. Should we start a list?”
“You’re such a prick.” Anger starts to overwhelm my good sense. A smart girl would turn and run. Apparently, I’m the biggest dummy in the world, because I charge at him.
He looks mildly surprised as I slam my hands into his chest and try to shove him back.
It’s like moving a brick wall. He doesn’t even flinch. His eyebrows raise as he looks down at my hand pressed against his bare chest. I’m cupping his muscles like I’m feeling him up. And honestly, now that my hands are on him, I kind of am.
He’s incredible.
It’ssounfair.
“Did you just put your hands on me, wife?” he asks very softly.
I set my jaw, aware that I crossed a line and am absolutely in the wrong now, but too stubborn to admit it. “You used a chainsaw on my bed.” I try to push him again. I succeed in kneading his incredible pecs instead. “You have absolutely norespect?—”
“You want to talk about respect?” He grabs my wrists so fast I can barely see him move. He twists me to the side, shoving meback until I bang against the wall with a gasp. He pins my hands above my head, snarling and dominating me, the world going dark as his head looms in front of my face. “You put yourhandson me,wife. You did it in anger.”
“What do you think you’re doing right now?” I snap through my teeth, trying to twist away, but his grip’s like iron.
“I’m not angry.” He’s sneering at me, mouth so close to mine I can smell his minty breath. Must’ve brushed recently. Perfect bastard.
I loathe how much I want him.
I hate his arrogant grin.
And I despise the fact that I can see how hard his cock’s getting.
Straining against his boxer briefs.
Holy fucking shit.
I snap my gaze up, my entire chest flushing pink now.
“Then let me go,” I say quietly. Coming in here was a huge mistake. I should’ve grabbed a blanket and slept on the couch downstairs. But he probably would’ve cut the couch in half next until I was forced to curl up on the floor like a dog. And then he would’ve cut the floor in half.
“I want you to apologize,” he says softly. He leans forward, his lips brushing my neck. And fuck, I am so weak despite how hard I try to stay strong, because it makes me whimper like a pathetic little girl.
“Absolutely not,” I say as he leans against me, crushing his hard cock into my hip.
Fuuuuuck, that’s so hot.
I want him to ruin me.
And if he weren’t so close, I’d knee him until he pissed blood.
That’s probably why he’s leaning into me. To protect himself. Right? Just that?
“What kind of wife wants to hurt her husband?” He sounds amused now, the bastard. “Apologize and this can be done.”
I grit my teeth. I did put my hands on him in anger. He’s got a point, even if I clearly did absolutely no damage. I shouldn’t have done it, and maybe saying a few dumb little words will end this nightmare.
“Fine, I apologize,” I snap at him. “Would you let me go?”
“Not accepted.”
I suck in a frustrated breath and struggle. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I said sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have tried to push you like that. I was just pissed.”
